TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With…

A little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
Happy Christmas to all
And to all a good night!

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all!
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound

Chorus

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!